HARDCORE INNOCENCE IN HANGZHOU , WINTER 2015

5 3 R H A R D C O R E I N N O C E N C E I N H A N G Z H O U , W I N T E R 2 0 1 5 J U L I A N G E W I R T Z We’ve been reading dirty books, the kind with scurf in their spines, cracking their backs over my bed flakes onto my pillow but we can’t stop yet, I’ve recently learned this halo around the moon is just more water frozen into jewels so small they don’t fall toward us. Tonight’s forecast is heavy snow. Kingdom, you learned early the blank law of attraction Like likes Like yet you may not have noticed the kink of future I pressed into your pocketwatch, long hand locketed down now it’s always a few minutes before midnight – We can have a drink on the house. 5 4 Y The planes can see us, listen, wind droning the organ of these elms, grass’s unsteady metronome. We’re stumbling drunk, too fumbling to touch the garden’s succulents swollen beyond recognition . . . Am I you? These colors of night, sti√-scented, freezing – And if I want you, that doesn’t make you want me. ...